Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.